jonathan sims, cryptid. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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reverienet2018-05-19 01:57 am
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text. un: archivist.
A moment of your time, if I may. I only just arrived, so I'm endeavoring to answer all the requisite stupid questions — I've never been in space before, I don't remember coming here, I want to go home, and so on. But I understand that we're all in the same boat, so I'll spare you the crisis.
However. I looked over the staff positions, and after some exploration through this filthy maze of a place, I have come to the conclusion that offering to play librarian is pointless when I cannot find the damn library. Has anybody come across it? If not, have we managed to open anywhere that's locked off? Several of the crew floors have recreational facilities, but not the 5th, so that's my best guess for our missing library.
Finally. I'm actually recording this from spoken word to text as I appear to have superglued my fingers together with this- this space glue-gun. Does anyone know how to dissolve the stuff? Or should I resign myself to losing the skin of my fingertips?
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However. I looked over the staff positions, and after some exploration through this filthy maze of a place, I have come to the conclusion that offering to play librarian is pointless when I cannot find the damn library. Has anybody come across it? If not, have we managed to open anywhere that's locked off? Several of the crew floors have recreational facilities, but not the 5th, so that's my best guess for our missing library.
Finally. I'm actually recording this from spoken word to text as I appear to have superglued my fingers together with this- this space glue-gun. Does anyone know how to dissolve the stuff? Or should I resign myself to losing the skin of my fingertips?
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[ jon is just going to take a seat at the bar; he's looking at her wings again, the eyes, wondering how they worked. if the wings could fly, if the eyes could see. ]
The Judeo-Christian devil? Lord of hell, etc? Or just conceptually — a devil, but in the singular.
[ unwisely fascinated. satanism isn't his area of expertise but scientific demonology and the history of that aspect of paranormal psychiatry is definitely something he's studied in amongst all his other research into the supernatural. ]
no subject
[ she sighs, biting her bottom lip and wording it as carefully as she can. ]
It's like... imagine the Holy Trinity. God and Jesus are the same, right? Jesus is God. But God wasn't crucified, Jesus was. So it's like that, sort of? [ an odd smile, one that should come across as intimidating given the context - except for how she just looks sort of glad she has company. ] Except for the part where there's a lot more of us than just one. Haha.
[ she's used to answering this question by this point - but it's still sort of distracting. she hasn't even mentioned the whole "alcohol for your fingers" bit yet. ]